Once they woke, they had moved and tossed and turned so much that they were simply tangled up. Apparently, one of them had gripped the blanket off of Michaels bed to warm up but that only added to the mess.
Michael woke first, looking up at Jeremy and his tousled hair. His eyelashes had a precise shadow across his cheek from the afternoon light. He had some drool, a small line going out his mouth. His brows and nose twitched and he mumbled something unknown. Michael looked down at Jeremy's legs wrapped around his torso, his pants somewhere in the corner of the room. Seeing all the small white lines, the shock scars, anger filled his chest. Thank god he killed the SQUIP. If he hadn't, who knew what would happen to his Jeremy.
Wait, what? He thought. My? Since when did he start thinking of his friend like that? Whatever, he thought.
His conscious slipped away as his thoughts consumed him. Without thinking, he ran his hand over Jeremy's thigh, feeling the thin bumps of the scars. Eventually, contemplating life, he fell asleep.
(a.n Don't worry, it'll get more interesting and spicy next chapter!)
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Fanfiction"You like him," squid-shit said. "Of COURSE I like him, idiot. He's my best friend." The SQUIP is gone but is the only one acknowledging the obvious "bond" between the boys. I mean, they're just rebuilding, right? Right. A very gay, very bad, fanfic...
