boyf riends one - shots!

brojob

lmao this is sMUt

based off of one of BestBiiii 's smut shots ( this eNtire idea is hers )

because they are also a great writer pls go read their books uwu

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ah, of course, jeremy heere was hard. fully erect, beside his best friend. michael's seen him hard before, obviously, because jeremy was an overly-horny teenager who did nothing but jerk off night and day. the irony was priceless, because all they were doing was watching tv and eating chips -- some lingerie ad came up, and jeremy got hard. he was hopeless. 

michael, of course, notices this and turns to him with his mouthful of chips. "dude, are you hard right now?" he chuckles through his muffled voice, managing to chew back the food in his mouth. it was also quite obvious because jeremy was wearing sweatpants and some dumb pacman t-shirt. 

the taller boy immediately slaps his hands over his lap and squeezes his thighs together, sighing. curse michael for noticing. "n.. no??" jeremy responds with a breathy and awkward chuckle, michael rolling his eyes. "you have a tent in your sweatpants, i'm not an idiot." he laughs, slapping jeremy's shoulder playfully.

"you know where the bathroom is," michael shrugs one shoulder, focusing his attention back on his doritios and throwing one into his mouth. jeremy groans and buries his face into his hands, "i-it'll cool off! it's just some random boner, it happens. i'm fine." he was most certainly not fine. 

after a few awkward ten minutes of jeremy squirming in his beanbag, michael finally decided to speak up. jeremy was also whimpering like crazy -- which made michael blush each time. "bro, seriously, just go to the bathroom. what are you waiting for? you want a blowjob or something?" michael joked with a small snort, literally, he laughed like a pig. 

"i mean, a blowjob sounds nice." jeremy mumbled under his breath, fiddling with the hem of his t-shirt and completely unaware that he said that out loud, before he heard a 'snrrk' come out of michael, feeling a light punch to his shoulder. 

"you are the gayest straight guy i have ever met, are you hiding something from me?" michael teases, with an eyebrow cocked up, he leans over to the taller boy. jeremy, in his horny brain, thought the distance was waaaay to close for comfort. and as michael was about to rest his hand on the beanbag, his knuckles brushed over jeremy's lap.

directly onto the tent in his sweatpants.

and jeremy moans. 

michael, out of instinct, yanks his hand back and stares at jeremy with wide eyes. slapping a hand over his mouth, jeremy feels his entire face go red. he didn't even know he was capable to let out a noise like that -- it was embarrassing. it wasn't even low. it was highpitched and voice crack-y. 

alas, jeremy's eyes trail down to see the tiny spot of dampness over where his tip was, and michael's eyes followed. god damn it. jeremy leans his head back and groans in embarrassment, putting his hands over his unbelievably red face until hearing a laugh emit from his best friend.

"you need help, seriously," michael jokes, tsking and shaking his head, about to reach back over to his doritios before ; "th-then why don't you help me?" jeremy speaks up suddenly, now looking at the shorter male with his cheeks stained a dark red. michael pauses, slowly turning his head towards jeremy with wide eyes. "wh-- seriously?? like, for real-"