boyf riends one - shots!

aren't you gonna keep going?

i repeat this is smut uwu

and jeremy bein a horny hoe 

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jeremy heere, was horny, and humping a pillow.

yes, a fucking pillow.

at the most random times of the day, jeremy's dick just decides to say 'hi jerk off pls'. for example, one day he got a boner in the middle of class, and had to awkwardly excuse himself to the bathroom, and jerk off. but now, he was waiting for his best friend, michael hot-as-hell mell,  to come over to his house.

last time michael had come over to his house, he ended up 'accidentally' leaving his creeps jumper on jeremy's basement floor. the other couldn't help but wear it around the house sometimes, even though it was ten times bigger than him.

but right now, jeremy was wearing the jumper. he swore, he could just get off from how it smelled, as creepy as it sounds. it smelled like michael, obviously. cinnamon, cologne, and a hint of weed.

the frail boy's mind had wandered to dirty things, with dirty scenarios of him and michael having 'fun' at today's sleepover. which, would probably never happen.

jeremy tried to shake off the feeling of being horny, telling himself to stop- michael was about to arrive in ten minutes.

..but he can make this quick, right?

which lead to jeremy grinding against one of his pillows, gripping at it and letting soft moans and whimpers emit from his quivering lips. because holyfuckingshit, michael was all he could think about. he couldn't get his mind of him, nor as he allowed himself to get off to the thought of his best friend.

the scenario he set up in his mind was michael grinding against him slowly, running his hands up his shirt and kissing at his neck, whispering lewd things into his ear that would turn a boy hard within a second. 

the horny teenager let a louder moan rip from his throat, grinding harder against the poor pillow that he was probably never going to use again. he looked awfully aroused, his face flushed up with his lips parted, letting out silent profanities and whines. the creeps jumper fell off one shoulder, his hair being messy and curly all on it's own.

and there's no way in hell he could 'no homo' his way out of this situation.

. . .

michael was walking along the pavement of the old neighbourhood, whistling to the tune of his bob marley song playing quietly on his headphones. him and jeremy, who he sort of kinda liked, were having a sleepover. and he probably had to beg for his creeps jumper back, since jeremy always steals his shit.

but he couldn't give less of a fuck, he secretly thought it was cute when jeremy wore his hoodies and such. they both had to wrestle and tickle each other for who ever got the hoodie, and michael always ended up winning, for jeremy being such a damn twink.

he skipped up the heere household's driveway and up the tiny pathway that lead up to the wooden porch, slowly stepping onto it with a creak. he heard muffled noises coming from inside the house, shrugging and just assuming it was the tv.