Bond (boyf riends)

Chapter Seven

"Hey, I thought you passed out," Jeremy said, walking in to see Michael lounging on the beanbags. He had apparently taken his hoodie off to show his tight, very revealing weed-printed black shirt. Jesus, Jeremy loved that shirt.

"Nope," Michael said slowly. "Surprisingly, the headache is already going away."

That was surprising. "Well, your moms are already going to sleep. Maybe lay back on the joint, bud?" Jeremy asked as Michael took the longest drag ever.

"Never." Sassy. "Come sit with me." Softer. He gestured for Jeremy to join him.

Jeremy complied, sitting on the couch alongside Michael but rejecting the offer of a hit.

"I wanna stay sober and see what High Michael is like without High Jeremy." He laughed, snorting.

"He's lonely. You know how we get when we're high." Fuuuuuuck. Hell yeah, I know, Jeremy thought. I wouldn't mind that right now, either. Wait what. Shut up, me.

Jeremy blushed deeply. "Y-yeah.."

Michaels eyes lazily grazed over Jeremy's slender figure. Never before did he seem cuter then he did now, illuminated by the soft fairy lights around the room. Michael had always found Jeremy attractive but he never felt the attraction. But now he did. Hell yeah he did. He had found his glasses surprisingly quick once he had the strength to get up and in that moment, he knew he never in his life made a better choice. Because now he could see Jeremy in his full glory, cheeks ablaze.

Michael made note of everything. How Jeremy rarely wore anything different from his iconic striped shirt. How his entire body was beautifully painted with bright freckles, everywhere. His big blue sparkly eyes. His gorgeous brown tousled hair. The way how he would subconsciously count in French when he was nervous. And how, when he was flustered, he'd blush such a vibrant red, there was no way he could hide it. When he was scared, his hands would try to grasp at whatever's closest. Often, it would be Michael's red hoodie. And he loved it. He loved everything. He always thought he loved it.. Platonically. But lately, he's been noticing himself want to be just a bit closer to Jeremy. How his hand itches slightly to hold his friends. How he started seeing Jeremy in a different light. He noticed more. Noticed how Jeremy's eyelashes fell just perfectly on his cheeks. How everything about him was just... gorgeous. And, as much as he knew he shouldn't, he just wanted to see more.

Michael groaned. Jeremy looked so cute, just sitting there awkwardly. He knew he shouldn't want to but he wanted so badly to just kiss him. On his lips, by his ear, on his jaw, on his neck, on his shoulder, his chest, his stomach, his hips. And maybe a bit lower.

Jesus, Michael thought. Why am I like this? He's been my friend for twelve years, why do I suddenly feel like this? Christ, what is wrong with me?

Meanwhile, Jeremy was thinking about different outfits for Michael. How he got there, he had no idea. Michaels tight shirt probably had something to do with it, though. He was imaging a crop top, booty shorts and red lip gloss. He was past the point of asking himself why he was thinking this and just dived into his daydream. But, how would he get Michael to wear anything like that? He imagined somehow getting Michael to trust him and thought of sizing him. For some reason. He thought of helping Michael getting off his shirt. And it was a gorgeous daydream. He thought of how he had access to any part of Michael. And then he envisioned Michael circling his arms around Jeremy's waist, leaning into his neck with lidded eyes.

Michael cleared his throat. Jeremy's head immediately snapped to him.

"You ok?" Michael asked.

"Gimme that shit," Jeremy said, reaching for the blunt in Michaels hands. As soon as he got it, he took a long-ass drag, coughed and handed it back.

"Alright then," Michael chuckled. "Looks like High Jeremy's joining the party. Nice."

There was a bit of comfortable silence as Jeremy ignored Michael, retreating into his mind instead.