Trippie Redd and XXXTentacion OneShots

You Got Me!

Flipping through selections on the television, Jahseh tried to find something decent to watch on Netflix. Nothing really interested him. He sighed, slumping over on the red modern-style couch. The smell of popcorn wafted into the room as Michael, Jahseh's current boyfriend, carried a large silver bowl filled with the classic snack into the living room.

"You find somethin' yet Jah?" Michael flopped himself down by Jahseh, leaning against the shirtless guy. A hand lightly brushed upward over Jahseh's torso, before it was wrapped around his shoulders into a hug. The ensnared guy planted a quick kiss on the arm floating lightly across him, making Michael smile.

"Not yet, I can't fucking decide on shit I never watched, there's either too many possibilities or there's none." Jahseh gazed up into Michael's cute chocolate eyes, half closed from his wide smile. Soon the highly contagious gesture rubbed off on Jahseh himself and he could feel his face light up with contentment in the presence of Michael. "I could watch you all day though. You're adorable."

"Shut up nigga, I'm ugly as fuck. You said it before, you don't think I'm cute." Michael giggled, poking Jahseh's nose lightly. The couple's position was shifted so that Michael laid on top of Jahseh while the latter lounged on the couch. Batting Michael's hand out of the way, Jahseh curled one of his boyfriend's dreadlocks around his index finger, twirling it about.

"Nah, you know I joke about that shit. Some people could find you ugly but you ain't. You're cute as fuck, no one could replace your little freckles and that lively look in your eyes. You're like a puppy. A bulldog puppy. Unexplainably adorable." Jahseh's voice was soft and sincere; he meant every word he said to his boyfriend.

Michael couldn't respond with words, but his flushed face gave it all away. He sat up on Jahseh's stomach, his hands resting on the guy's bare stomach lightly. Basking in the moment for awhile, Jahseh didn't move. Eventually, however, the guy sat up, lightly moving Michael to be next to him again.

"Anyways, we need to find something to watch. I don't want that popcorn to go to waste." Jahseh reached over Michael to take the spacious glass bowl and place it on the glass coffee table in front of them. He took a large handful and shoved it into his face, some of it dribbling down his face and falling onto the floor.

"What the fuck Jah, y'all gone waste half of that shit and I ain't eating it off the floor, nasty ass motherfucker!" Michael laughed at Jahseh and disappeared into the kitchen again, only to reappear in a matter of seconds. When he did come back into the living room, he held numerous napkins in his hands, knowing how messy his boyfriend could be.

"If you won't eat it I will, it ain't like someone died on this floor recently." Jahseh spoke matter-of-factly, and was fishing his spilled kernels off of the wood floor, eating them one by one. It only took a moment for Michael to bat the food out of the guy's hand and push him back up off the ground so he was sitting on the couch normally once more.

"Y'all actually nasty! You gone get sick as fuck and I'm not gonna feel sorry for you 'cause you didn't listen to me." Michael straddled Jahseh, sitting on his lap while he wiped Jahseh's mouth with one of the napkins, removing some of the butter. Jahseh smiled at Michael, just giggling like an idiot at the situation. Eventually he moved the chubby guy's hand away from his face, taking the fibrous cloth from him.

"Alright alright, I'll stop eating shit off the floor, but quit wiping my face, you gone give me chapped lips, then I ain't gonna kiss your ugly ape face." Jahseh flicked the napkin away and it fluttered to the floor, but the shirtless young man paid no attention to it as he gazed happily at Michael, whose face scrunched up at Jahseh's comment.

"You just said I was cute earlier, which one are you really lying about?" Michael climbed off of Jahseh's lap, standing in front of him. He looked down and pouted his bottom lip in a somewhat playful manner. Jahseh giggled and poked his little gecko in the stomach. Michael flinched backwards and squeaked, as he was ticklish there.

"Do I really look like I'm being serious in any way right now?" Jahseh reached out a hand to Michael who had almost fallen over after being prodded by a firm index finger. Michael rolled his eyes and took the now gentle hand, smiling again without realizing it.

"No, I guess not. Headass." Michael now sat where he'd intended to when he first entered the room, and reached for some popcorn. Meanwhile, Jahseh began flipping through choices on Netflix again, but still nothing stood out to him. "How about we just watch some shitty horror movies and make fun of the shitheads who die because they too stupid to run?"

"I don't see why not." Jahseh accepted Michael's suggestion, turning on the first horror film he found, not caring what it was. The two boys sat cuddled up next to each other until the night drew on.

3:08 A.M.

As Jahseh glanced at the digital clock on his phone's lock screen, he was somewhat surprised with how long they'd been up. The glow caused Michael to stir from his position and lay across Jahseh, with his chin on his boyfriend's bare chest, looking up at his defined face.

"Someone text you or sum?" Michael queried, his eyes glistening in the low light of the television that droned on in the background. Jahseh shook his head, wrapping an arm around Michael's back drowsily. He'd just now realized how truly tired he was.

"Nah, just realizing how late we been up. Now that I see the time I'm tired as hell." Jahseh used his free hand to show Michael the time momentarily, before tossing the phone down onto the couch. Michael just mmm'd before looking back up.

"I love you Jah." Michael spoke softly, almost a whisper trailing off his lips. Jahseh's face softened from his resting scowl he'd unknowingly worn during the marathon they'd been watching. Before responding, Jahseh shifted Michael so that instead of laying on his stomach, Michael was on his back with his head rested on Jahseh's lap, looking up at his lover.

"I love you too baby boy. You mean the absolute world to me, and I couldn't imagine if anything went wrong between us." Jahseh spoke sincerely, with a certain melancholy in his voice, as if he were fearing something. In that moment the young man held Michael as if he was going to lose him tomorrow. Jahseh moved an arm to wrap around Michael's back, and it snaked gently behind the dreadlocked guy's head. He pulled his boyfriend close, nestling his head in the crook of Michael's neck. "Not a day goes by that I don't worry about you. Nobody knows when someone could just disappear from your life and I just hope to whatever god there might be out there that it isn't you that's taken from me tomorrow..."

"Jah..." Michael pulled himself away from Jahseh's firm grip only enough to look his boyfriend in the eyes. The man holding Michael had glassy eyes from tears welling up behind them, and his bottom lip quivered. Michael reached a hand up slowly to run it though Jahseh's dreadlocks tenderly. "You don't gotta worry about that shit, it's no fun if you live your life worrying about what tomorrow could bring. What you say is true but y'all just need to enjoy the moment... I love you to death and nothing can change that. That's it, I worry about you too, but we're right here, we're together, and we're very much alive."

"I know, it's just anxiety. I love you. I love you so much it hurts." Jahseh gave his boyfriend a teary-eyes smile, and pressed his lips gently and lovingly to Michael's, who closed his eyes slowly. Seemingly as soon as he did, the chubby guy was falling asleep in Jahseh's arms.

Jahseh gazed down at Michael as the guy slowly lost consciousness, and he sighed. He knew he could get far too worried, but what else could you do when you're this in love? Jahseh knee it was a weakness of his to care too much, but in his eyes, it was worth it. As he looked at every one of Michael's individual features, his heart was only warmed more.

"You have the most adorable face ever, Mikey. Chubby little cheeks and big black eyes, they seem to radiate with happiness whenever I see them... when you're not high as fuck, anyways..." Jahseh has to take a moment to giggle to himself as Michael had already drifted to sleep. "You may not see it, others may not see it, but you're perfect."

He planted one last kiss on Michael's forehead before he decided to turn the television off. He lightly shifted his position so that he was behind Michael, laying on the couch with him. He wrapped his arms around Michael's waist, burying his face in the guy's back. Drifting away, one final thought crossed Jahseh's mind before his dreams took over...

... I want this to last forever... nothing, and I mean nothing could replace this. You and me... me and you... I need you in my life so bad....

You got me, shorty....