Michael and Jeremy has just finished their seventh date at their favourite restaurant, the two smitten and having a good time just like their first! They've taken this relationship of theirs slow, and want to keep it that way. Though, Jeremy had some big problems running in his mind.
'So Michael . . .' Jeremy rested his head on his hand, tilting his head. Michael stopped talking about retro skates and video games, and turned to Jeremy with a big smile. Making Jeremy turn pink and smitten.
'I was thinking . . . Maybe we could . . . You know . . .' Jeremy's eyes darted to the side, as he smiled slightly. Biting his lip as he thought of what he was going to say.
(He wants to talk about their future, you guys are just perverts if you think he was referring to fucking-)
'Do wh-' Michael was ready to say, but was interrupted by the waitress, who brought their check. 'Here you go, sir!' The waitress placed the check in front of Michael and walked off to give another couple their order.
Michael chuckled and grabbed the check, looking up at Jeremy with a small smile and a raised brow. 'I wonder why I always get the check.'
Jeremy store to Michael, gulping and sweating. Thinking about a post he saw on Twitter.
Roweland, a uh . . . furry.
@ RowelandFox
If you and a same sex friend are eating out and and request just one check and the waitress sets it down in front of you, she decided you're the top.
11/11/18, 19:52
Jeremy only had one thought run in his mind.
Should I tell him??
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FanfictionSpicy action between Jeremy Heere, and Michael Mell. Fluff Smut Angst Whatever Requests are open
