miscellanea {be more chill oneshots}

Touch Me

Touch me,

just like that.

Michael saw Jeremy pull Christine closer to him, hold her waist and nuzzle her cheek. She blushed and giggled at the action and turned to kiss him. They seemed so happy together. Michael sighed at the events unfolding in front of him. Jeremy looked up with a questioning glance. "What's wrong, Micha?" Michael looked down.

I'm in love with you. "Nothing, just tired, y'know?"

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He was walking towards his locker when he saw Jeremy and Christine holding hands while making their way to class. He looked down and put his headphones on as he continued walking.

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During chemistry Christine cuddled into Jeremy and hugged his arm, Michael felt the urge to cry. Instead, he turned to his lab partner and tried to start a conversation with her.

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When he was finally making his way towards the exit doors of the school, he passed by Christine's locker and saw her leaning against it while holding a notebook close to her chest. She was looking up at Jeremy, smiling as he stood in front of her leaning against a locker with one hand that was placed next to her head. Their closeness pretty much threw personal space out the window. Their faces were inches apart and they were giggling happily as Jeremy leaned closer and they slowly kissed. Michael kept on walking trying to ignore what he just saw and attempting to stop the tears from streaming down his face.

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When he arrived home he threw his backpack on his bed and tried to keep his mind on other things by doing homework assignments and whatnot.

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It was around 11 p.m., Michael finally got into bed but he couldn't stop thinking about the constant touches shared between Jeremy and Christine throughout the day, it's not like he had been thinking about it all day or anything. No, not at all.

He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if Jeremy kissed his cheek, hugged and nuzzled him. How would it feel if Jeremy whispered sweet nothings in his ear and held him close, grabbing him by the waist and gently grazing his fingers against Michael's jawline in order to make him turn his face towards him. What Jeremy's lips would feel like against his when they were alone as they slowly forgot the world around them as they pulled each other closer together. Jeremy holding his waist with one hand and his face with the other as Michael ran his fingers through his soft hair and tugged at the roots from time to time.

The kiss would start to get more passionate and more intense. Jeremy's hands would trail down to his butt and squeeze it while he put one of his legs between Michael's, so that they could grind against each other. They would break the kiss and Michael would trail kisses down Jeremy's neck and the latter would moan, pleased. Eventually the grinding would gain speed and the soft moans would turn into short constant breaths and gasps.

Both boys would see stars from just the pleasure of being close to one another, to be able to touch the one you love. Jeremy would let out a soft cry escape his pink swollen lips as he came and Michael would be overwhelmed by the image in front of him as the curly haired boy would go limp against him and- "Jeremy, ah!"

Michael looked down at the mess he'd made and sighed, he went to the bathroom to wash his hands and changed his pajama pants. As he got into bed once again he sighed and let the tears in his eyes fall freely.