ｃｈｉｌｌ - Boyf Riends One Shots

Royalty 1♥1 [3+4 /4]

About time I updated this. Wow it's almost like I originally planned to end this series on a smut cliffhanger! No way! I'd neeeeeeeever do that *tugs collar*

Happy new year everyone! I hope this year (and this decade) is kind to you, and you get all the love and happiness you deserve!

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People in stories always wake up like royalty. Maybe they're stirred by the sun streaming in on their face, or perhaps their partner turned in their arms. Or maybe they just wake up slowly and naturally, a smile creeping onto their lips.

Jeremy wakes up because the sprinklers go off.

He shoots upright in bed. His heart beats a tattoo into his chest in a rush of adrenaline. Jeremy looks up. Sprinklers. Water woke him up. Great. Wait- sprinklers go off because there's a fire. IS THIS FUCKING APARTMENT ON FIRE?!

He looks beside him for Micheal, but the tangle of sheets next to him are empty. Fuck Micheal. Jeremy's not gonna be medium rare in this overpriced oven.

The prince jumps out of bed- getting his foot caught in a sheet on the way. After stopping himself from plummeting to the hardwood floor, he notices something. He's still butt naked. Everywhere from his neck to his sore butt is naked. They mustn't have gotten time to put their clothes back on.

Jeremy can't run out of here naked! Think of the scandal! It'll be the most embarrassing walk of shame in tabloid history. He's gotta get dressed- oh God he doesn't have time to get dressed. He'll be cooked in two minutes! But he can't die here. Imagine being found dead, fried, naked in your friends apartment! The press will have a field day.

But that's the least of his worries. Who cares about his reputation when his life is on the line! Or- is his life on the line? Jeremy finally takes a second to stop and think. He doesn't smell any smoke. Smoke typically comes from fires. And now that he uses his single braincell, there doesn't seem to be any sign of a fire.

Could it be- no, it can't be. Is jeremy just really really over dramatic?

As if some shitty author decided to finally insert him into the scene, Micheal knocks on the door. He opens it immediately without waiting for a reply.

"Sorry Jeremy, that was just- woaaaahhhh you not dressed yet?"

That's when Jeremy takes a minute to notice himself. He stands on the far side of Micheals bed- the side furthest from the door but closest to the balcony where he seduced Micheal the night before. And in all his panic, he still hasn't put on clothes.

Jeremy looks down.

"Huh"

He looks up.

"I guess not"

Micheal chuckles. "Theres pyjama bottoms under my pillow- not that one the other one. Put those on to keep you decent"

As Jeremy covers himself as Micheal finally explains the sprinklers going off.

"I just thought I'd make you breakfast- a feeble attempt at romance I know. But apparently I can't cook. Hence the water"

It's Jeremys turn to chuckle.

"Don't worry. I'll take you back to the castle for breakfast. We can tell my parents about the engagement over pancakes and exotic eggs"

Jeremy ties the little string thing that goes through the waistband of pyjama bottoms, and looks up at Micheal. The other boy is pale, like he just saw the dead rise.

Micheal tries to form words, but he can't. He runs a hand through his hair.

"The-the engagement?"