miscellanea {be more chill oneshots}

Pillows Are Not People!

Jeremy wants Michael to fuck him, Michael just wants to sleep.

Both boys had had a stressful day. Taking two exams and learning three new subjects had left Michael drained and ready to sleep for years, Jeremy on the other hand had... other ways to relieve stress...

Jeremy was biting his lip in agony as he tossed and turned, he was painfully hard. There wasn't much that could be done since it was 2 am and Michael was in his house, at least 20 minutes away.

Michael

Michael Mell was the reason why Jeremy was so fucking hard. Look, it wasn't his fault, okay? Jeremy wasn't planning on getting hard when he got in bed and started thinking about his best friend.

He had gone to bed at a reasonable time, but who would've thought that his brain wouldn't shut up about Michael this... and Michael that...? Honestly, Jeremy didn't understand his brain or his horny self. He just wanted to go to sleep early goddamn it, he didn't want to end up with a throbbing boner that wanted to be touched by Michael and only Michael.

So Jeremy, being extremely thoughtful about his best friend's rest, decided to call said best friend at two a.m. on a school night.

"Jere?" A scruffy voice answered the phone and Jeremy almost moaned.

"Michael," he whispered. "What are you doing right now?"

"... Sleeping?" Michael sounded like he was falling back asleep barely paying mind to the conversation.

Jeremy was curled up as he bit his lip once more and let out a small whimper. "Micah, would you mind... Coming over?" He asked in an unsure tone.

"Why, s'mthin' wrong, Jer?" Michael mumbled tiredly.

"I, uh, I have an... Issue. Look, Michael, I uh," he stopped for a bit. "How do I say this," he thought out loud to himself. "Do you want to come over and fuck me?"

"Mmm... nuh, hump a p'llow. Later, dude." He slurred his words and hung up, falling asleep instantly, not really processing what he had been asked.

Jeremy whimpered as he palmed himself, a bit ashamed that he had been rejected but too distracted on other things to care. He stopped for a bit and remembered Michael's suggestion. Jeremy sighed, a pillow would have to do.

~

Michael woke up the next day, energized and ready for school. He got dressed and made his way downstairs.

“Morning, Ma,” Michael said chirpily as he grabbed his backpack.

“Morning, Mike. Sleep well?” His mom asked as she cooked something on the stove.

“I slept great! I dreamt that we went on a field trip to space, when all of s sudden Smaug showed up to tell me about Amazon Prime but he was also Mr. Rumen from next door, and then Jeremy was there! I’m not sure what happened next though, I don’t remember.” Michael scratched his head as he shoved an apple into his backpack, he grabbed his car keys and made his way to the door. His mom chuckled, Michael had a tendency to talk about his dreams a lot. Ever since he was younger he'd talk non-stop about the wild thoughts that appeared in his subconscious.

“Anyway, I have to go, Ma. Have a good day!” He waved goodbye and left.

When he finally arrived to school he was jamming out to Beat It by Michael Jackson, he was in an awfully good mood that morning. He’d really had the best sleep in a long time.

On the other side of the parking lot, next to the school, Jeremy patiently waited for Michael to arrive looking down at the ground embarrassed of what he had done the previous night. "Hey, Jere! How's it hanging?" Michael greeted his best friend with a big smile.